Post by ADRIAN BASIL MCKINLEY. on Jul 15, 2013 22:31:14 GMT -5
ADRIAN BASIL MCKINLEY
not knowing how to think, I scream aloud, begin to sink, my legs and arms are broken down
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] ADRIAN BASIL MCKINLEY | NONE |
TWENTY SEVEN | MALE |
MARCH SEVENTEENTH | FALLEN |
BI-SEXUAL | IRISH/AMERICAN |
NEUTRAL - GOOD | ZAC EFRON |
STUDENT, FARMER | ELECTRICIAN |
PERSONALITY
alluring , Adrian has always been a handsome male and his natural charm drew in people. Before the plague began, he liked to indulge his time and effort into people. He liked being able to connect with others and learn about them – assess what made each one of them tick. Of course, he did tend to spend a lot of his free time with women and men alike (although, there were not a lot of men that were homosexuals where he lived, so his encounters with males are very few). And yet, even though he enjoyed the company of others, he tended to have his own walls up (which probably made him more enticing to those perusing him). His relationships tended to be about sex, enjoying life, and conversations that dealt with philosophy, religion, and things of that nature. Adrian has never had a serious relationship with any one of his partners but he prizes himself on being able to remember each of their names, faces, and tidbits of their histories.
caring , He has always had a huge heart and is a very giving person. He would not hesitate to help anyone, whether it be a crisis, problems with family, depression, anything. Adrian has always been the one person that people could rely on and trust. There seemed to be no end to his generosity. However, since the plague, he has withdrawn into himself – keeping his distance from others and blending into the shadows.
recluse , Although he may have been an outgoing soul before the virus spread, he definitely check out from the current state of the world. Adrian is now a man of routine and he clings to it like it’s his lifeline. He no longer reaches out to people but has decided to take each day at a time, getting close to no one and staying alive only for the sake of his lost little brother. As part of the fallen, he works hard to keep the electricity running throughout the small island, but he has no intension of getting to know the people he helps keep safe. When he isn’t working, he likes taking walks – always thinking about his brother, Kael, his family back home, why the virus spread, etc.
angry , This is something he hides well but above all, Adrian is angry. He seems to have given up hope on the world and understanding why things are the way that they now are. He can’t stand living on a desolated island, he can’t stand the way he acts now but he feels like he can’t fix it, he can’t stand not knowing what happened to his family, and he’s angry. Always angry. However, he tries very hard to mask his agitation but people should probably not prod at him if he wants to be alone. Who knows when he could finally snap?
likes ,
dislikes ,
caring , He has always had a huge heart and is a very giving person. He would not hesitate to help anyone, whether it be a crisis, problems with family, depression, anything. Adrian has always been the one person that people could rely on and trust. There seemed to be no end to his generosity. However, since the plague, he has withdrawn into himself – keeping his distance from others and blending into the shadows.
recluse , Although he may have been an outgoing soul before the virus spread, he definitely check out from the current state of the world. Adrian is now a man of routine and he clings to it like it’s his lifeline. He no longer reaches out to people but has decided to take each day at a time, getting close to no one and staying alive only for the sake of his lost little brother. As part of the fallen, he works hard to keep the electricity running throughout the small island, but he has no intension of getting to know the people he helps keep safe. When he isn’t working, he likes taking walks – always thinking about his brother, Kael, his family back home, why the virus spread, etc.
angry , This is something he hides well but above all, Adrian is angry. He seems to have given up hope on the world and understanding why things are the way that they now are. He can’t stand living on a desolated island, he can’t stand the way he acts now but he feels like he can’t fix it, he can’t stand not knowing what happened to his family, and he’s angry. Always angry. However, he tries very hard to mask his agitation but people should probably not prod at him if he wants to be alone. Who knows when he could finally snap?
likes ,
- cigarettes
- the ocean
- succeeding
- animals and children
- nature
- poetry
- illusions – magicians, for example
- storms
- the simple life
- meaningful conversations
- eating fast-food at night, in a care, whilst watching the stars or moving vehicles
- weird lamps
- “that 70’s show”
dislikes ,
- who he’s turned into
- his overwhelming sense of anger
- scar
- organized religion
- not being able to understand something
- failure – whether it’s himself or others
- death
- the unknown
- black coffee or, even worse, lukewarm black coffee
- being provoked, prodded, etc.
- being in someone’s debt
HISTORY
Adrian was brought into the world by Bluebelle and Henry Thompson in a little farm town within Iowa. His parents were traditionalists – they went to church every Sunday morning and helped out when they could, his father worked on the farm while his mother prepared the meals and cleaned the house, they bought groceries every Wednesday, and every Saturday they went out to Burger King for dinner. Although life may have never been the most exciting, Adrian was happy with it. He enjoyed the simplicity it offered and even though he may have not agreed with the preacher or with things the Bible taught, he appreciated the sentiment and the routine of things.
Other than his parents, Adrian also had a younger brother named Kael who was two years younger than him. His parents were somewhat shocked that there never seemed to be any sibling rivalry between the two, in fact, it was quite the opposite. The pair took to each other and were rarely seen apart. They shared everything together – friend groups, interests, ideologies, etc. Life was good in their little world of corn fields and Saturday night drive though suppers. However, that all came to a crashing halt when their father began to struggle to make ends meet. The corporations were taking over and he would have to buy up more land with money he didn’t have just to be able to keep his head afloat.
Adrian and his younger brother had both been home schooled. They learned mostly about farming and the mechanics that went into it. Adrian was a natural when it came to numbers and logic while his brother struggled. It wasn’t as if Kael was stupid by any means, but he was more right brained orientated. His strengths were Adrian’s weaknesses, and as a team, they were unstoppable. Together, they decided to leave their town for the big city where they hoped to acquire jobs that would help out their parents.
Upon arrival, they managed to afford a cheap one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t long after that that Adrian received training as an electrician and was able to pay the bills that way. Kael, however, didn’t land a big opportunity. He became a waiter at one of the pubs near their apartment, his plan was to eventually become a bartender and take online classes so he could get a degree in something worthwhile. However, that all came to an end when the plague happened. The brothers were going to go on a little hunting trip outside of San Francisco, just for the weekend, to blow off some steam. It was when they were about ready to go when the virus went rampant.
Adrian yelled to Kael to grab any canned food that they could stuff in their bags. He knew they didn’t have time to reassess what they had packed so they took what they could (including cartons of cigarettes adrian had been saving) and dashed out of there. But, at last minute, Adrian turned back to grab something (a picture from their mother’s scrapbook). After that they were bolting down the stairs and dodging people to get to their truck. Adrian was acting on pure adrenalin and it all seemed like a blur to him. He remembers getting into their truck and peeling out of the city. Kael had been quiet while Adrian drove, not caring if he ran anyone over so that they could get to the country, but they ended up getting hit by another frantic driver. Adrian was okay, he had his seatbelt on and some cuts along his head, but all in all, okay. Kael, however, was missing from the passenger seat.
In full panic, Adrian searched for him among the crowd whilst trying not to come into contact with anyone. That’s when the leader of the fallen found him – frantic, panicking, adrenaline fueled. She managed to calm him down and talk sense into him. Eventually he grabbed his bags, even the one Kael had packed, and allowed Max to lead him to safety. He was one of the first people to land on the island.
Other than his parents, Adrian also had a younger brother named Kael who was two years younger than him. His parents were somewhat shocked that there never seemed to be any sibling rivalry between the two, in fact, it was quite the opposite. The pair took to each other and were rarely seen apart. They shared everything together – friend groups, interests, ideologies, etc. Life was good in their little world of corn fields and Saturday night drive though suppers. However, that all came to a crashing halt when their father began to struggle to make ends meet. The corporations were taking over and he would have to buy up more land with money he didn’t have just to be able to keep his head afloat.
Adrian and his younger brother had both been home schooled. They learned mostly about farming and the mechanics that went into it. Adrian was a natural when it came to numbers and logic while his brother struggled. It wasn’t as if Kael was stupid by any means, but he was more right brained orientated. His strengths were Adrian’s weaknesses, and as a team, they were unstoppable. Together, they decided to leave their town for the big city where they hoped to acquire jobs that would help out their parents.
Upon arrival, they managed to afford a cheap one bedroom apartment. It wasn’t long after that that Adrian received training as an electrician and was able to pay the bills that way. Kael, however, didn’t land a big opportunity. He became a waiter at one of the pubs near their apartment, his plan was to eventually become a bartender and take online classes so he could get a degree in something worthwhile. However, that all came to an end when the plague happened. The brothers were going to go on a little hunting trip outside of San Francisco, just for the weekend, to blow off some steam. It was when they were about ready to go when the virus went rampant.
Adrian yelled to Kael to grab any canned food that they could stuff in their bags. He knew they didn’t have time to reassess what they had packed so they took what they could (including cartons of cigarettes adrian had been saving) and dashed out of there. But, at last minute, Adrian turned back to grab something (a picture from their mother’s scrapbook). After that they were bolting down the stairs and dodging people to get to their truck. Adrian was acting on pure adrenalin and it all seemed like a blur to him. He remembers getting into their truck and peeling out of the city. Kael had been quiet while Adrian drove, not caring if he ran anyone over so that they could get to the country, but they ended up getting hit by another frantic driver. Adrian was okay, he had his seatbelt on and some cuts along his head, but all in all, okay. Kael, however, was missing from the passenger seat.
In full panic, Adrian searched for him among the crowd whilst trying not to come into contact with anyone. That’s when the leader of the fallen found him – frantic, panicking, adrenaline fueled. She managed to calm him down and talk sense into him. Eventually he grabbed his bags, even the one Kael had packed, and allowed Max to lead him to safety. He was one of the first people to land on the island.
INVENTORY
MEMBER OF THE FALLEN
- Marlin 336XLR , a hunting rifle that adrian bought years prior to the outbreak. even though he moved to the big city, he brought it with him mainly to remind him of his family back home and hunting in their little woods. however, it was good luck that he had it with him the day the virus overran the city.
- serrated hunting knife , it was a gift from his father years back. adrian used it in numerous occasions while hunting deer but now it's used to fight off the infected.
- a small dream catcher , his brother made if for him when they were still in school. although it's technically useless, adrian carries it around with him everywhere and internally freaks out if he's misplaced it.
- a box of smokes , adrian was never a heavy smoker but he had a habit of buying cartons when they were on sale. before he left his apartment, he flung the leftover cartons in his bag - against kael's wishes.
- a picture of his family , he couldn't afford to bring the scrapbook his mother made him, so he pulled one of the family photos from it and shoved it in his pocket.
OTHER
his brother, kael, is up for adoption if anyone would like to claim him - send me a pm
OUT OF CHARACTER
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] CHIME | EONS |
20 & FEMALE | TO BE CREATED |
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
(taken from a warrior cat website that i used to role play on)
Wisps of mist twirled around the trees and climbed the bark. It had rained the night before, washing away the leftover tufts of stubborn snow beds. A deep wound bled from the horizon, the sky bruised and cloudy. Riverclan remained silent, their heartbeats a reflection of the sluggish river. Their scent hung limp in the air whilst the decay was heavy. There were still bodies that needed to be dragged off to the burial grounds. With the warmth came decomposition just as it came with new life, the pair went hand in hand. It was an unpleasant duty but it was a necessity.
Clovestar pushed herself up onto her paws and slunk through the entrance of her den, the lichen trailing down her back. She was thin, as the rest of her clan; tawny fur stretched over bones and odd angles. Her yellow eyes, like orbs of sunlight trapped in ice, scanned camp. Faint stores escaped the warrior and apprentice dens. If it had been any other year she would have kicked her clan into gear and forced them out on patrol. However, this year was anything but ordinary. All she had known, all the knowledge that seasoned felines carried had been blown away in a gust of wind. Their bodies were at her paws. Some of their mouths were open, twisted, gaping. Eyes, dull and milky, looked at her. A corpse of a kitten laid stiff on the edge of the nursery. Only one tom remained—a black and white patched one by the name of Fennelkit. Clovestar had instructed that he stay with the apprentices so that he would keep warm in the nights.
The tawny she-cat blinked and looked back at the pile of bodies. She wouldn’t wake her fragile clan. Instead she yanked the corpses, the shells, from their resting places. Their skin clung to the ground and ripped with each tug. Even so, Clovestar did not stop. She pulled until each corpse was free from the frost. Pieces of flesh still remained. When it thaws I’ll be sure to remove it, she thought and gripped the scruff of a corpse in her mouth. It tasted of cold. No other scents were attached with the body—like it never belonged to Riverclan in the first place.
She moved the first body without trouble. He was light for the most part as they all would be. Her clan continued to slumber, their soft mewls and movements comforting her—allowing her to do her job. While it was true, Clovestar was one of the youngest felines in camp, she was also the most equipped; no matter what everyone else thought.
There were still a few more corpses left, including the kitten. The tawny she-cat took in a breath and held it. Her eyes were closed, her chest holding in the leftover air until she finally let it go. With careful paw steps she made it over to the kitten. Seedkit, she thought, recalling the brown pelted corpse’s name. Although frozen, he appeared almost peaceful. Clovestar bent down to pick the bundle up when she heard paw steps approaching her from behind, Webfur’s scent rushing over her.
[/div][/center][/quote]Wisps of mist twirled around the trees and climbed the bark. It had rained the night before, washing away the leftover tufts of stubborn snow beds. A deep wound bled from the horizon, the sky bruised and cloudy. Riverclan remained silent, their heartbeats a reflection of the sluggish river. Their scent hung limp in the air whilst the decay was heavy. There were still bodies that needed to be dragged off to the burial grounds. With the warmth came decomposition just as it came with new life, the pair went hand in hand. It was an unpleasant duty but it was a necessity.
Clovestar pushed herself up onto her paws and slunk through the entrance of her den, the lichen trailing down her back. She was thin, as the rest of her clan; tawny fur stretched over bones and odd angles. Her yellow eyes, like orbs of sunlight trapped in ice, scanned camp. Faint stores escaped the warrior and apprentice dens. If it had been any other year she would have kicked her clan into gear and forced them out on patrol. However, this year was anything but ordinary. All she had known, all the knowledge that seasoned felines carried had been blown away in a gust of wind. Their bodies were at her paws. Some of their mouths were open, twisted, gaping. Eyes, dull and milky, looked at her. A corpse of a kitten laid stiff on the edge of the nursery. Only one tom remained—a black and white patched one by the name of Fennelkit. Clovestar had instructed that he stay with the apprentices so that he would keep warm in the nights.
The tawny she-cat blinked and looked back at the pile of bodies. She wouldn’t wake her fragile clan. Instead she yanked the corpses, the shells, from their resting places. Their skin clung to the ground and ripped with each tug. Even so, Clovestar did not stop. She pulled until each corpse was free from the frost. Pieces of flesh still remained. When it thaws I’ll be sure to remove it, she thought and gripped the scruff of a corpse in her mouth. It tasted of cold. No other scents were attached with the body—like it never belonged to Riverclan in the first place.
She moved the first body without trouble. He was light for the most part as they all would be. Her clan continued to slumber, their soft mewls and movements comforting her—allowing her to do her job. While it was true, Clovestar was one of the youngest felines in camp, she was also the most equipped; no matter what everyone else thought.
There were still a few more corpses left, including the kitten. The tawny she-cat took in a breath and held it. Her eyes were closed, her chest holding in the leftover air until she finally let it go. With careful paw steps she made it over to the kitten. Seedkit, she thought, recalling the brown pelted corpse’s name. Although frozen, he appeared almost peaceful. Clovestar bent down to pick the bundle up when she heard paw steps approaching her from behind, Webfur’s scent rushing over her.
